Skirt Shortener part 2
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Skirt shortener.
Part 1
Brett always thought of himself as a ladies' man, others thought that he
thought he was God's gift to women. The latter case was probably more
accurate as Brett did have this way of thinking the mere sight of him
made any woman fall head over heels. For women who were nymphomaniacs
this may have been true, but then, nymphomaniacs will pretty much fall
for any guy. Any other girl was actually repulsed by his antics; and even
some of the more rational guys thought he was too big for his boots. So
it was hardly surprising when any passes he made to a woman were flatly
refused. Brett usually interpreted this as them playing hard to get; or
in some cases fancied that the girls thought they weren't good enough for
him. If only he knew.
On one such occasion, when Brett was strutting his stuff, he noticed a
particularly attractive girl. 'A girl like that is certainly meant for a
guy like me.' He thought. Unbeknownst to Brett this particular woman was
a witch. Not a fairytale type witch with a pointy hat and who rides a
broomstick, but more like the Halliwell sisters from the T.V. series
Charmed, or perhaps even Hermione from the Harry Potter movies. And if
the movie version of The wizard of Oz was anything to go by there may
have been some truth to Glenda saying "Only bad witches are ugly." After
all, as I've already mentioned the woman Brett now had his eyes on was
rather attractive, and she was by most people's standards a good witch,
in that she used her magic to help others. But even a good witch can do
bad things if angered.
In his usual manner Brett tried to hit it off with this girl, and as
expected this drove her away. At first she politely refused his advances,
but he was persistent, and she warned him about her powers. "I am a witch
you know." She told him.
"Yeah right," scoffed Brett. "And I suppose you're going to turn me into
a frog."
That was an option, but it was so old fashioned. Besides she had a much
more interesting idea in mind.
In this day and age people are very self conscious about their
appearance, at least in terms of sex appeal. After all isn't that
something we all secretly want? to be attractive to someone? Most people
prefer that 'someone' to be of the opposite sex, but some prefer the same
sex...
Anyway a number of people would often turn to this witch (whose name was
Erin by the way, not that Brett ever bothered to find out) asking for
aphrodisiacs, love potions, beauty enhancement and the like. In some
cases Erin also provided a means for a person to know what the public's
opinion of them was, and seeing as Brett had such a high opinion of his
attractiveness, she decided to let him see for himself; but not in quite
the way he thought.
"No, I'm not going to turn you into a frog," Erin told him, she then
uttered some magic words, the spellings of which are not straightforward.
Brett would have laughed this off as a girly joke, had not certain
changes begun to occur.
The first change was that Brett noticed he was no longer wearing knee
length shorts, but rather a knee length skirt. "Usually I give these
skirts to women who wish to attract men," Erin explained, "if a woman
she's a man she likes the skirt shortens, and if she's turned off by him,
the skirt lengthens." 'And they'd be tripping over it by now if they met
you,' she thought, before she continued speaking, "In this case however,
I'm making a slight adjustment. If guys think you're hot then the skirt
will shorten, but if they can pick you're really a guy then it will
lengthen."
"And you think they won't be able to tell?" Brett asked, trying to sound
macho, but in fact starting to worry.
"Oh, I've taken care of that," Erin told him. "I'm giving you a
makeover."
Brett looked at his hands, to see that his nails had grown, and were now
coated in red nail polish. He sensed a certain presence on his face, and
knew even without looking in a mirror that he now had makeup on. He could
also tell that his hair had grown longer, and was styled differently now.
Brett was really worried now, not that he would admit to it. He stumbled
slightly when he realised his boots had become high heels, not to mention
the pantyhose that magically appeared on his now hairless legs. He was
also wearing a blouse now, and then felt a bra and panties form under his
clothes. Now he was really panicking when he realised there was something
in the cups of the bra.
"Don't worry, they aren't real," Erin told him. "And that's just a gaff
you're wearing," she added, sensing this was another thing he feared.
"Remember, I told you the skirt would lengthen if guys could pick you as
a guy? Anyway here's the deal: If after a week the skirt is still a
reasonable length, you get to be a guy again, sooner if it reaches ankle
length. But if it gets so short that it would be inappropriate to be any
shorter, you'll turn into a girl for real. And if you tell anyone, you'll
nullify the deal and turn into a girl prematurely."
Any guy in this situation would have made up his mind to stay at home for
the following week, but that was easier said than done, the need to go
downtown was sure to rise sooner or later. And first of all Brett
actually had to get home.
Even before Brett made it home two guys saw him and thought he was a
pretty girl, and as Erin had said, the skirt did indeed shorten;
fortunately it was only about a centimetre but it was enough for him to
notice. A third guy also saw Brett but couldn't tell whether he was
looking at a real woman or a cross dresser, luckily this didn't shorten
the skirt, but it didn't lengthen it either.
For two days Brett managed to avoid appearing in public. Not
surprisingly, Erin had enchanted his male clothes, so that anything he
put on was replaced by the skirt, although the other female clothes
varied.
By the third day he couldn't avoid it, it was necessary to go downtown
and go shopping. In particular he needed to go to the supermarket to do
his grocery shopping. Normally Brett liked the supermarket because it was
a good place to meet people, especially hot chicks, but in this case he
hated the idea. He couldn't avoid the skirt, Erin made sure of that, but
maybe if he didn't wear makeup people might be able to tell he was a man.
No such luck, the moment he stepped outside he knew he had been made up.
He drove to the supermarket, luckily he wasn't wearing heels this time,
and the flats made it easier to drive. As he got to the parking lot, he
had another idea. Most women try to keep their knees together when
stepping out of a car while wearing a skirt; if he did otherwise people
would suspect he was really a guy.
Big mistake: There were a good number of people who saw him get out of
his car, but their reactions were not what he had hoped for. Some people
saw him as a tart, who was flashing her underwear at guys, other people
were those guys who thought they'd just seen a particularly easy going
girl flirting with them. Of course this caused the skirt to shorten,
which only served to increase the guys interest which in turn shortened
the skirt further. Brett made a break for the supermarket.
While pushing a trolley through the aisles, Brett wondered if anyone
would recognise him. Awkward as it may be, it would be worth it to
lengthen the skirt. All seemed well until he needed to retrieve an item
from a lower shelf. Unfortunately, Brett momentarily forget he was
wearing a skirt, which had already been shortened somewhat, and when he
bent to reach for the item the skirt rode up at the back. "That happened
to me once," a woman, who saw it happen, commented. "What about that time
it happened to Anna, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath?"
Another woman said.
"Yeah, and people thought she was mooning them," the first said. The two
of them began to giggle like school girls, and Brett realised that it
probably wasn't that long ago that they were school girls. Damn those
girls were hot, but after what had just happened he had the sense not to
say anything. Afterwards he was a little more careful about bending to
pick up items.
So far he had managed to avoid speaking, but when he was greeted at the
checkout he knew it would be required of him to respond. He intended to
give a response along the lines of "All's good thanks, cheers." Even if
it would be a lie, it might be his ticket out of this when people heard
his voice and know he was really a guy, it wouldn't exactly be telling
now would it? He began to answer in the manner described above, only it
wasn't his voice that answered, it was a woman's voice; more
specifically: it was Erin's voice. Brett cleared his throat and tried
again, but again Erin's voice issued from his mouth. This time he didn't
bother trying to correct the sound, he knew Erin would work her voice
through his vocal cords.
Having bought his groceries, Brett headed back to his car, only to be
wolf whistled at, and once again the skirt shortened.
If only it could have ended there, but it was not to be: Brett also
needed to go to the post office to get a stamped envelope in order to
post a letter. When he arrived, he found several people waiting in one of
several queues. Every second waiting in line seemed like an eternity, a
lot of people already in line didn't take much notice, but there were
others who arrived after Brett. Suddenly Brett felt something, something
that was the first good news he'd had since this ordeal started. The
skirt lengthened! Someone realised he was really a guy. He turned to look
around, hoping to find the person who knew him for what he really was. He
felt the skirt lengthen again, other people recognised him too! Things
were starting to go right for him; finally.
He was practically beaming by the time he reached the front of the queue.
"Good morning, how are you today?..." The postal worker behind the
counter stopped abruptly, unsure whether to use the term "sir" or
"madam."
Brett tried a different approach to answering this time, hoping to outfox
Erin when he spoke. He learned forward and indicated that he had a sore
throat and therefore couldn't speak very loud. "I need a stamped envelope
to post this letter, dude," he said hoarsely. Whether anyone bought it
was uncertain, but he felt content that he'd outsmarted Erin this time.
Later when he got home, Brett decided to measure the length of the skirt.
It had gotten three centimetres longer since he'd arrived at the post
office, there was still a while before it reached ankle length, but it
was a good start.
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